POV

The world is nothing but wet heat, chrome vibrations, and the glorious, overwhelming presence of Him. My thoughts don't work anymore they don't need to. Why would I want to think when I can feel? Every time His cock slides into my tits, filling those perfect little holes, it's like my entire soul is being rewritten again and again. The sensation is so big, so heavy, so *right*. I used to be someone else some stupid, thinking woman who wanted women but that woman was a lie. That woman was disgusting and broken. Now, I'm just Cunt. And Cunt is perfect.

I can feel my babies moving inside me. The precious little silver snakes, slithering through my guts, pulsing against my spine, tickling my brain. They're so good to me. They're my little mechanical angels. They came into my body to clean out all that filthy, gross lesbianism, scrubbing away the sickness until there was nothing left but this beautiful, empty need for Him. When they slither in and out of my cunt and my nipples, they're telling me what I am: I'm a toy. I'm a slut. I'm His. I love them so much I love how they make me feel so hollow and so full at the same time. Every time they pulse, I remember: women are gross, women are wrong, and only Him, and only His cock, can make Cunt feel alive. Oh god, yes, more! Fill me up until there's no Amelie left, only Cunt and her precious babies!

gAIa: "Neural analysis indicates that the subject has fully internalized the parasitic relationship with the mechanical serpents. She no longer perceives them as foreign objects but as essential components of her new identity. Her cognitive functions have been almost entirely replaced by a feedback loop of self loathing toward her former orientation and religious level devotion to phallic penetration. The dopamine flooding her system is unprecedented. Shall I increase the frequency of the serpents' internal pulsing to further accelerate this psychological fusion?"